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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.