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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.