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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.