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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.