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 China and from Lagos.
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 Paris and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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.