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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.