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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.