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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Pole,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.