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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Arcadia,
X-101,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
UT,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.