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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.