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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.