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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.