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 Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.