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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.