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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.