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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Sound,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.