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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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 Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.