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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.