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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.