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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.