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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.