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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.