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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.