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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.