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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.