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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.