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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.