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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.