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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Nas,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.