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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Chrome,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.