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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.