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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Can,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.