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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.