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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.