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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.