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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.