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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.