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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.