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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.