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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.