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 Chad 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.