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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Japan,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
MC5,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.