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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.