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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.