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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.