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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.