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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.