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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.