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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.