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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.