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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.