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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.