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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Technova,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.