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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Scientists,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Q65,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.