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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.