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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.