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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.