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 .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.