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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Brick,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.