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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.