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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.