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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.