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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.