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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.