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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.