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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.