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 and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Organ to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.