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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.