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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.