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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.