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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.