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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.