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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.