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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.