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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.