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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Index,
Josef K,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.