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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.