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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.