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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Mars,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.