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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.