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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.