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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.