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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.