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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.