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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amazonics 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.