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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.