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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
New Order,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.