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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.