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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Association to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.