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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.