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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.