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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.