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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.