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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Can,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.