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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.