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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.