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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.