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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Last Poets to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.