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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.