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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.