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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.