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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.