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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.