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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Fear,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.