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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Wings,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.