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 Togo and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.