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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Japan,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.