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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
the Human League,
Japan,
Organ,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Residents,
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.