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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.