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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Pole,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.