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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.