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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.