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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Monks,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Brick,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.