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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.