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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Standells,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.