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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.