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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Magma,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.