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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.