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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.