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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.