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 Russia and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.