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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.