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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.