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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.