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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.