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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.