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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.