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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.