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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.