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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.