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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.