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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.