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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.