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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.