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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.