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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.