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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
10cc,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.