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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.