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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.