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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
MDC,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.