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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 EPMD to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.