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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.