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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.