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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.