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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.