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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.