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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Nas,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.