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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.