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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
10cc,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Motorama,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.