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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Erasure,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.