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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.