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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.