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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.