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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.