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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Franke,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.