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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.