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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Wire,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.