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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.