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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.