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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.