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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.