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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.