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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.