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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Television,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.