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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.