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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.