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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion 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 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.