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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Zeros,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Ten City,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.