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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxette to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.