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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.