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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.