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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.