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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
MDC,
DNA,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.