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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.