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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.