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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.