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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.