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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.