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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.