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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.