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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.