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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.