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 Botswana 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.