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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.