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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.