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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
10cc,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.