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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
John Holt,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.