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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.