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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.