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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Index,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.