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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
CMW,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.