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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.