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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.