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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.