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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Index,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.