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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Fortunes to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
DNA,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.