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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.