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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.