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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.