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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.