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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
The Index,
the Germs,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.