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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Technova 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.