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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Crime,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.