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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.