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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.