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 Tuvalu 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.