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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Hashim,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.