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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Names,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.