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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.