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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.