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 Ivory Coast 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.