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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Can,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
DNA,
MDC,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.