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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.