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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.