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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.