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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.