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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.