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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Cluster,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.