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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.