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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.