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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.