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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.