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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.