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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.