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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.