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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.