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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.