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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.