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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.