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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
John Foxx,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.