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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.