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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Franke to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.