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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.