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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.