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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
MC5,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.