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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.