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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.