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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Mars,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.