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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Niagra,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.