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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Index to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.