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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.