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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
AZ,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.