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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.