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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.