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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.