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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.