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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Q65,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.