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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.