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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.