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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.