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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.