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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.