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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.