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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.