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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.