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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
ABBA,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.