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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Television,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.