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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.