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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.