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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.