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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.