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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Pole,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.