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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.