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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.