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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.