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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.