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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.