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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.