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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.