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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.