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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.