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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.