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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.