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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.