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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.