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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.