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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.