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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Nico,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.