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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.