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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.