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-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.