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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.