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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Can,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.