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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.