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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.