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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.