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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Doors,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.