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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.