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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.