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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.