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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.