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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.