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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.