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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.