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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.