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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Index,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.