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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.