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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.