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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.