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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
cv313,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.