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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.