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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.