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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
UT,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.