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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Can,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.