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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.