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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
June of 44,
New Order,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.