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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
X-102,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.