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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy 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 dance 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Q65,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.