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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
ABC,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.