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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Crime,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.