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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.