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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.