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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.