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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.