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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.