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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.