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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
The Index,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.