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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.