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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Organ,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.