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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.