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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.