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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.