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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.