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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.