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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.