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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.