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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.