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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.