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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.