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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.