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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.