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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.