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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.