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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.