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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Index,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.