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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.