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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.