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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.