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 Algeria 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.