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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.