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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.