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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.