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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.