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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.