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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.