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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.