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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.