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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
The Associates,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.