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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.