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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.