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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.