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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.