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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Barrington Levy 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.