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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.