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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Mars,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.