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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.