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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Victims,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.