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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.