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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.