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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.