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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.