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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.