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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.