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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Erykah Badu 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.