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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.