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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.