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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Darondo to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.