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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.