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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.