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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.