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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
PIL,
Magma,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.