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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.