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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
X-102,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.