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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
The Martian,
Nas,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.