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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.