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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.