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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Human League,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.