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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reagan Youth 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.