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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.