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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.