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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.