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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.