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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Faust,
Nirvana,
UT,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.