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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.