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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.