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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Crime,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.