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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.