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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.