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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.