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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.