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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.