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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.