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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.