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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.