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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.