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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.