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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.