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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.