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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.