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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.