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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.