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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.