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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.