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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.