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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Faust,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.