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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.