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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
AZ,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.