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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.