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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.