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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.