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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.