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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.