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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.