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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.