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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.