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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Index,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.