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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.