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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Smog,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.