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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Can,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.