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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.