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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.