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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.