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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.