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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.