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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Surgeon 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
the Association,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.