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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.