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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.