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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.