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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.