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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.