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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.