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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.