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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.