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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Index,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.