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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Slave,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.