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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.