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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.