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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Index,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.