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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.