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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Shoche,
The Evens,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.