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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.