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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
New Order,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.