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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.