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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Fall 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.