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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.