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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Organ,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.