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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick May 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.