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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Jakarta and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.