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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.