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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.