Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.