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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.