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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.