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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 and Jamie xx to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.