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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.