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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.