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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.