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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.