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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.