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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.