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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.