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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Offenders to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Index,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.