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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.