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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.