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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.