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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.