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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Can,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.