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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Can,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.