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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.