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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.