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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
AZ,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.