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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.