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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.