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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.