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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.