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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.