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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Technova,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.