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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.