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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.