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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Q65,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.