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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Index,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.