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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton 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 crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.