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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.