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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.