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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Human League,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Moebius,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.