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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.