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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.