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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.