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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.