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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.