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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.