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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.