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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.