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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.