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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.