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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.