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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.