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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.