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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.