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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.