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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.