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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.