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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Mars,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Magma,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.