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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.