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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
UT,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.