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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.