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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.