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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.