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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.