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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Smog,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.