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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.