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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.